You sat on the couch with Frisk rapped tightly in your arms. He stared fondly at the screen as Mettaton reenacted the part of Romeo and Juliet that he had access to in a one-man show way. It was meant to be a heartwretching drama but the way he performed it made it seem more like a comedy. Hades remained nestled comfortably on your shoulder as Frisk broke into another fit of giggles.

"I don't see why this is so funny to you." You sighed, a sly grin on your face.

Frisk looked at you briefly with a pout. "You know very well I enjoy Mettaton's version of EVERY play. The way he sees them is hilarious!"

You rolled your eyes and patted his hair fondly. Sans walked put from the kitchen, sitting at the other end of the couch. "Hey kid, watching Mettaton?"

You both nodded and he chuckled. "I swear, I don't know who's a bigger fan, you or Paps."

"Well..." You pondered, "Frisk doesn't have any action figures of Mettaton. So I guess that puts Papyrus at an advantage."

Frisk feigned a gasp and jumped up! "Oh no! I must go become bigger Mettaton trash!" He teased. You snickered and grabbed the remote, switching off the television. "Okay Mr. MTT Brand Trash, let's get you to bed."

"Can you read me a story first?" He pled. You glanced at Sans and raised a brow. He shrugged and called to Papyrus. "Hey Paps, come here a sec!"

Papyrus arrived promptly from the kitchen, having just finished putting away that night's spaghetti.

"Yes brother?" He chimed in a chipper tone.

"Are you okay with sharing a room with Frisk tonight? He wants to hear a story and (Y/N) and I don't feeling like telling it twice."

"You lazy bones! You've infected the taller human... but I guess it will be fine. Come Frisk! We shall prepare for our SLEEPOVER!"

Papyrus hoisted Frisk upon his shoulders and vaulted up the stairs, swinging into his room and closing the door behind him. You snickered as you gaze after them. Your heart sank and you felt your hand clasping to your chest as a low sadness tainted you. Hades, seeming to sense the sudden changed, cawed quietly and rubbed again your face as a sign of affection. Smiling weakly, you pet the bird and sighed.

"Hey kid, are you, uh, doing okay?" Sans asked gently.

You looked at him and offered the realest smile you could. "Yeah Sans, I'm fine just... thinking..."

He frowned, at least he did the best he could to frown, and scooted a bit closer. You looked down at your hands and your imagination wandered.

"Hey Sans, maybe when I die, and all my human parts have decayed, I'll come back as a skeleton. My soul will turn white and flip and then I can take care of Frisk again. Or maybe a ghost... I won't be able to hug you guys, and you won't be able to see me... but maybe I could hang out with Napstablook. He could help me communicate with you guys. Maybe Alphys could make me a body like Mettaton. Maybe I'll... I'll..." Your breath hitched as a quiet sob escaped your throat.

The haunting of a smile remained on your face, adding more to your twisted expression. You cradled your face in your palms as tears seemed to gush from the leaks of your walled up emotion. Sans wrapped you in his arms and offered a friendly smile.

You sniffled and wiped your eyes. "Sans... I'm so sorry. I messed up the last time line and I messed everything up. Now I'm going to leave you guys forever and I'm not ready."

Sans patted your back gently as quiet cries spilled over your lips. "I'm so sorry kid. I wish I could tell you I know what you're going through but I can't. All I can guarantee is that I'll be here for you until the very end. I promise you everything will be fine and hey, maybe you will become a monster! And maybe Frisk will too when they pass then we can all be together, like a happy family."

Your smile was weak, but it was there. "Thank you Sans. Your optimism is something to be praised."

He chuckled and handed you a tissue. You took it happily and wiped your face, seemingly just in time as Papyrus opened his door. "Sans! Human! Frisk and I are prepared for tonight's bedtime story!"

You snickered as you stood and offered a hand to Sans. "Shall we?"

He nodded and took your hand. "We shall."

You walked up the stairs and entered Papyrus' room to find a blanket fort over his race car bed. Frisk was giggling as you examined the fort.

"Wow, nice fortress." You complimented.

"Nyeh heh heh! Of course it is, for I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS with help from Frisk the Human, ARE MASTERS OF EVERYTHING!!"

Sans chuckled. You sat on the floor, using Hades random cawing to cover your wincing. Frisk handed you a book and you searched for its title to start off the tale. Sans sat next to you and smiled down at the story.

"Fluffy Bunny Plays Hide and Seek, a classic." He mused. "Such a heart-warming tail."

Papyrus glared at Sans and Frisk giggled.

"I don't know Sans," You added. "I've heard it gets pretty hare-y."

"HUMAN NO!" Papyrus cried.

"Okay okay, let's just hop to it."

You and Sans took turns reading the book, each assigning a character without saying a word and checking occasionally to see if it was working. By the end, sure enough, Frisk and Papyrus were sleeping comfortably. You sighed and left a peck on each of their heads before wrapping them in a blanket. Sans turned out the lights behind you as you left.

You automatically went downstairs and laid down on the couch, eyes sagging with drowsiness. Even if the uncertainty of sleep terrified you at the moment, you couldn't fight it's primal urge. Hades took off and perched next to Elvis, the pet rock. You rolled your eyes and laid you head down.

"Hold on kid, I'll grab you a blanket and a pillow." Sans offered.

"Okay." You said quietly, sleep already claiming your limbs. Before he even made it back into sight, you had fallen under the trance of sleep.

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P.o.V. Sans

Before I even made it back, she had fallen asleep. All of today all I'd seen on her face was fear or worry. Her mind was so wrapped around what was going to happen, it was hard to see the real her.

Sighing, I lifted her head gently and slipped a pillow beneath it. I layered the blanket over her and watched as she clung to it, shrinking into its fleece-y goodness. In that moment, it was just (Y/N), relaxed and unafraid.

A laugh fell from me quietly and I left a light peck on her head. "Goodnight kid."

Hades seemed to be glaring at me as I left, but who cares about some dumb bird.

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You watched in vain as you weren't greeted by your meadow haven. Your heart sank as you looked at the all too familiar head of royal guard. Her lip was stuck in a permanent snarl as she flipped the spear around her hand.

"You.... you the one... the human that's been killing all these innocent monsters!" Undyne growled.

An unsettling laugh rolled from your mouth and you winced away from it. "Those peasants were barely worth my time, especially that skeleton in the red scraf... what was his name again? Oh who cares! Or maybe that goat woman... her name was Toriel I believe. I can't decide which one was more pathetic!"

Undyne's face lit with rage as she propelled a spear at you. You countered the attack with your knife. The blade slipped in between the armor, creating a wedge. You used all your strength and peeled back a section of the armor. Her chest was now visible and you grinned maniaclly.

"Come on Beer Batter! If you wanna save your precious garbage of a race then stop me! Or will you be just as useless as the others?"

Her eyes were pools of fire as she tried to pin you with spears. Countless times the spears would leave deep gashes in your flesh, but you continued moving. A spear went clear through your leg and blood gushes from it, yet Chara never stopped.

You bit your tongue to prevent any screams, adding to your wounds by biting through your tongue.

A dance of spear and blades swung around you. You nearly choked on the thick blood trying to slide down your throat, mixed with the dust of the monsters you'd defeat. The sin of your past decesions was trying to choke you. The gagging became too much and you grabbed your throat, thoughts racing in your head.

Please no... I can't die tonight. I need to finish my job. I need to save them.

You coughed and sputtered, red and black spewing from your mouth. Then, she fell. Undyne, sweaty and half melted, kneeled before you, only a spear to support her. "But I can't loose... I have to... to..."

She never got to finish her sentence. Chara's blade ran her through and all of the wounds of your memory came crashing down on you. Agonizing pain laced your every movement. Gashes littered your flesh, scarring your usually smooth skin. You sat on your knees, head to the ground as you coughed blood and Chara's mystery black substance.

"Pl-Please make it stop..." You begged to a god you didn't know.

Though even in the pain you were in, you didn't regret resetting. This pain, in exchange of Frisk's happy ending... seemed like a good deal.

Cold fingers slid down your neck and your hair fell away from your neck. A level of numbness met your wounds but you could still very much feel them.

"It's okay kid. Get this out if your system. Undyne seems to leave a lot of injuries when she fights." He said.

You opened your eyes after another minutes, now spitting the blood aside. You felt light-headed but had the strange feeling you hadn't lost enough blood to die. Sitting up, you looked at the person who spoke, the one that had head your hair back and aided your wounds, even if one a small bit.

"Reaper..." You said hoarsely.

Looking up, you saw the meadow and the long, cook shadows of your special tree. Reaper looked at you curiously, setting his scythe aside as you recovered from Undyne's round of memories.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Never been better." You said bitterly.

He threw his hands in defense and chuckled. "Sorry for asking." He exclaimed.

You looked at him and sighed. "I'm sorry Reaper. I just haven't had the best day." You explained. "Not that you'd really care of course."

He seemed hurt. "Why wouldn't I care?" He asked.

"Because the only reason you're here is to reap my soul. Once the magic has worn off, I'll officially be dead, then you do your job. Send me to your boss, get me to where I'll serve my eternal sentence, all that stuff."

You fiddled with the grass, then stood. Reaper watched as you walked out into the field of blooms, and then continued. Blood still stained both you and your dress so you continued on. It was quiet in the meadow. Reaper didn't speak and you didn't want to.

A pool of water sat at the edge of the flowers and you kneeled next to it. You knew Reaper had joined you not when he spoke but when a wilted daisy fell before you.

"Hey Reaper..." You cooed softly, gazing into the still water. "Will it hurt... to die?"

He chuckled. "You should know, you've already died before."

"No!" You hissed. "I mean really die. When you... reap, my soul, what will happen?"

His expression fell the slightest bit and he sighed. "Well, that depends on you."

You looked at him and cocked your head to the side, ushering him to go on.

He looked up into the sky and continued. "Well, it depends on whether or not you're ready. It's like this, for the older, more fulfilled lives, being reaped is welcome. My brother usually gets those ones. But for others, the ones that aren't ready, or have committed the worst crimes, are often put through hell, while being reaped, before being plunged to where they belong. It's never the same case twice though."

You nodded, remaining silent. "Reaper." You cooed softly.

"Yes (Y/N)?"

You were quiet a minute. Confused, he turned to look at you. He was alarmed to find you near breaking point. Your nails dug graves in the damp soil. Your lips trembled as you attempted to steady your breathing and tears carved paths of clean through your bloody face.

"(Y/N)! Are you-"

"Reaper, tell me it won't hurt. Tell me you won't hurt me." You pled.